Reckon I’ve got less so as I’ve gotten older.
So many deaths of friends, colleagues and relatives to deal with. And if not death, so much long term illness or mental trauma. Witnessing the breakdown of so many apparently stable and happy relationships.
Realising it won’t get any better and there’s no way out (unless you believe in silicon heaven).
Realising that one day, no matter how much you care for them, this is all going to happen to your children.
If you let it all get to you, you might as well put a gun to your head. If you don’t, you end up with a “shit happens, get used to it” attitude.